If you were to Google, “Horse creek pool,” in Parker Colorado, you would know the last exact location where I got down on my knees and sucked off my Son. It was his 15th birthday, the evening of April 25th. I told him I needed to take him to the pavilion across the street to give him his BD present. At the park, there is a pavilion with a green metal roof on it next to the basketball court and playground. Under the pavilion are a few benches. I told my Son to have a seat on one of the benches and get comfortable. It was damp and chilly, around ten that evening, but dry under the pavilion. I got on my knees in front of him and told him, “I want you to let me get your cock out for me, sweetie.”

He realized I was offering to blow him. He knew this blowjob would be his Birthday present from me. We looked around once more to make sure we were alone in the dark. The homes around the park all had lights on inside but seemed to have all the windows closed. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled himself out for me. He immediately began to grow hard in the chilly night air.

I got closer to him and whispered, “Now, you have to keep it down now, alright baby.” Wide eyed, he assured me by nodding with great enthusiasm.

Looking my Son in the eye, I told him, “Here we go honey.”

I dropped my halter top, took the head of his cock in my mouth, and proceeded to give him his wonderful present. He throbbed to a rock hard pulse for me. My lips sealed on him for a promising secured grip. He watched my lips ripple up and down him as he began to pulse faster and faster.

Knowing he wasn't going to be able to last much longer, I began to increase my hold on him by sucking firmly on the head of his cock. His sweet pre cum began to flow freely for me.

After another minute…

Suddenly his load began to slip as I continued to tap deeply into him.

He clinched the bench with his hands; tightly. My Son was going to let it fly for me any second now… I could feel it. I grasped his shaft with my cold fingers to secure him for when he would explode for me. Suddenly… he made one muffled contracted grunt, and began to violently unload in my mouth. Pulse after pulse, shot after shot, my baby painted my throat with his hot mother load.

What a jackpot!